Author: drachenkreiger

Wake up and no cares or worries.

Until I look around the house

and see all the chores to be done.

Still, it is quiet and lovely

to be inside and have a cup of coffee in the morning.

May you text the loved ones.

Send an email to your friends.

Call for the special times ahead.

Thankful for the Ones who you hold dear.

But Christmas Tidings are the best should in person you be!

Or hope your Greeting card did not get lost in the post office again.

Always have clean underwear on.

Don’t pick your nose.

Or your friends nose.

If you do not have anything nice to say, do not say anything at all.

Love your neighbours.

Be kind to your friends.

Get help when you need it.

Therapy is a useful tool.

And…

Please know I will always love you

no matter what you identify as.

I may not understand, but you are more important to me.

Though if you say you are a lion, I may just be shaking my head a lot.

As weird as it sounds

I wish others well.

I want them to be merry and glad.

Yet, I can not bring myself to join in the cheer.

Still I will smile when people draw near.

It could be the stress of the upcoming unknown.

Change is threatening

but also a wonderful opportunity.

I hope I can recover enough

to embrace it gracefully.

She sits so cpmfprtably.

Elegant and serene.

She surveys her kingdom,

the vantage point is up high.

Her eyes take in the peasants below

who serve her every need.

We humans must satisfy her every whim.

In return she purrs contentedly.

Holiday cheer

rings throughout the streets.

Yet, there are those

who may never see the celebrations

because of the daily horrors they endure.

It looks so real.

Sitting like it is watching me.

I feel the eyes track me as I move.

I go about my day.

Wait, did it move?

The eyes!

The eyes just blinked!

Wait, that is the cat.

Not a statue.

I wonder if I can pet it.

Nope, not with that hissing.

Good thing I didn’t try to earlier when I still believed it was a piece of art.

My eyes still see.

I can walk normally.

Night has not yet fallen.

I can not focus.

Life is numb.

So I walk without direction

and see only a world full of darkness.

She’s old.

She is in pain.

She is stubborn.

Yet, I still love her.

Despite the pain she has caused me.

It is a joyous season.

Celebrations with family and friends.

It also creates a sense of dread and of guilt

for not having visited them more.

So breathe deeply and know you love them.

Somehow you will all survive another year.